Nyxa
For once she doesn’t want to be in Ischia. Ever since she’d arrived there it had felt like home, like where she was meant to be. Jah-Lilah had even come to her running, full of joy to see her spirit-daughter brought back into the fold of things and for a moment everything had seemed alright.
Moments are fickle things though, so she spends this particular one beneath the sea. Down here Nyxa is content to forget her troubles and forget them fully. They had no way to follow her beneath the rolling waves, down to the dark crevasses of rocky earth where light was swallowed whole. Her problems couldn’t chase her like so many fish through brightly-colored reefs, or slink from cold shadows with eight grasping arms to drag her down forever.
They remained afloat, where Hod was probably waiting for her in a gentle summer storm. “Dear Hod,” The yearling thinks fondly as she drifts with the currents, her seaweed tresses an undulating tangle of shimmering filaments that wrap around her nose and tickle her cheeks, “my last little tether to this world.”
And he is, so very very much. Weightless, legs immobile and wings yet unformed at her sides, the out-of-place girl simply enjoys the tug and pull without much of a destination in mind. From the feel of it, (she’s quickly learning about her new environment) it’s seems to be a looping sort of motion, tugging her swiftly towards an eddy that was situated offshore of Nerine. “Not making that mistake again.” The growing mare thinks instinctually, blinking open restful eyes to take in the soundless depths.
There. A shoreline looms ahead with steady promise and so she effortlessly gathers the liquid to her sides, waiting until the shape of her wings has fully formed before she uses them to propel her forward with eerie grace. Underneath the glassy surface of the water it’s like she’s gliding, the slow arc of her body every now and then mimicking the lazy flick of a tailfin. A mere few beats and her hooves will touch silty earth; perhaps this time she’s ended up where she was supposed to - in the Riverlands - and maybe the storm she left behind in Ischia has passed.
Wayward daughter of Canaan and Circinae
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